Conan's winery play house

Chapter 227 BOSS is a craftsman

For Aito, the process of celebrating a birthday is to receive gifts, open gifts, make wishes, blow out candles, and eat cake.

They had reached the cake-eating stage, but Gin dragged the vodka away.

"Aren't you going to eat cake this year too?" Aito tilted his head and asked.

The first birthday that Aito remembers was spent in the laboratory of the organization.

When Gin asked him about his birth date, he was very confused as he had no memory.

But researchers say birthdays are an important event for children, and whatever they ask for or want on their birthdays will be granted.

So Aito wanted a birthday.

Since birthdays are important days, then choose the most important day as your birthday.

"When did I meet you, Papa?" The white-haired boy's eyes were still blank and unfocused at that time, but he could still see exactly where Gin was.

"April 1st." The silver-haired man lowered his head and said with an unknown meaning.

"Then my birthday will be April 1st." The young man held Gin's clothes and showed a flattering, well-behaved smile.

Fortunately he was not thrown away directly.

After getting the answer, Gin left.

After that...a year after they met, Gin came to the laboratory again with vodka and cake.

At that time, Aito, whose eyes finally recovered, saw the so-called birthday cake for the first time.

That was also the first time he knew that birthdays meant eating birthday cake.

After eating the birthday cake, he was put on a plane to the United States.

But every year on his birthday, Gin would still give him a birthday cake and gifts.

"Only brats like to eat this kind of food." Gin said as he walked outside without looking back.

"Indeed, I don't like eating either." Vodka nodded seriously.

Although not liking to eat doesn't mean he can't eat it, but his eldest brother won't let him eat it.

He didn't eat a single bite of the four cakes for his fourth birthday.

"Okay then..." Aito looked a little regretful.

"Don't even think about giving him bourbon, Ivy." The silver-haired man stood at the door and looked back at the boy, his scarlet eyes extremely cold.

"I understand." Aito nodded.

Papa, who is the head of the family, has not eaten it, and no one else can eat it.

No problem at all.

Gin left with the vodka. Aito looked at the cake in front of him and then at the family members present.

Cookies cannot be eaten.

Sister Mingmei, you can’t eat it.

Dafu, can't eat it.

Robert, you can't eat it.

Only Bai Jade Roll is not a doll, a robot, and not made of paper, but can dogs eat cake?

Aito flipped through the contents of the Guide to Raising Pet Dogs in his memory.

Then it was confirmed that Shiratama Roll cannot eat cream cake.

"It seems that I can only eat it myself." Aito said, without cutting the cake, but directly ate it with a spoon.

"Sure enough, it still tastes exactly the same..." he thought while swallowing the cake.

The four cakes I had for my four birthdays, although they looked different, the taste never changed.

It's like it was made by the same person.

[Mission completed.——Gin] The silver-haired man was sitting in the passenger seat sending messages and a picture.

"Let's go, Vodka." He put away his phone and told Vodka to drive away.

…

A man sitting on a swing by the window basking in the sun looked at the messages on his phone and smiled.

His thumb caressed the boy's cheek in the photo across the screen.

The young man wearing the crown in the photo has a sweet smile, like a little prince who lives in a honey jar and never lacks love and care.

And the other party is indeed his little prince.

"Happy twelfth birthday, Aito." Salvino looked at the photo and said leisurely after being silent for a long time.

Another year has passed.

This is the fourth year since Aito was discovered.

Aito lived safely to the age of twelve.

"Since you chose April 1st as your birthday, forget about past birthdays..."

"Then... wish me a happy birthday too." He looked at the cake of the same style placed on the white table in front of him and said with a smile.

This is Aito's fourth birthday and the fourth birthday he and Aito have celebrated together.

If you include the birthdays in memory, this should be his sixteenth birthday.

In the middle are countless blank years without birthdays.

His first twelve birthdays were much more lively than his birthday alone now.

People come and go, guests come in an endless stream, expensive and rare gifts are piled up in the warehouses, the whole country is brightly lit, lights are kept on for three days and three nights, fireworks are saluted, and gongs and drums are noisy.

Later...everything disappeared.

It was like having a funny dream. After waking up from the dream, the building was empty and there was nothing left.

The world became pure white.

In the silence, the only one left beside him was Aito.

"Happy birthday to me... I don't know how old I am." He also lit a candle for himself, but instead of making a wish, he blew out the candle directly.

There is no god in the world, and even if there were one, he would not be able to fulfill his wishes.

Because... his prayers in the past were never heard by the gods.

"It's too sweet..." He frowned and finished bit by bit the cake, which was too sweet for him.

He once had a nine-meter-high cake, but he regarded it as an ordinary thing.

I have also experienced bending down to get a small piece of cake.

What happened to that little piece of cake?

Divided between him and Aito.

The boy and the boy sat together and shared a small triangular cake. He shed tears while eating.

Aito, who was still a boy at the time, stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears. Even though he was younger than him, he was still trying to comfort him.

"Brother, I'm full."

"The cake is not delicious, I won't want it next time."

"Stop crying, I don't want to eat cake anymore."

It was obviously a memory from countless years ago to him, but when he recalled it now, it was still as clear as if it had happened not long ago.

The pain and despair at that time have not diminished at all in retrospect.

He has been learning how to make cakes for a long time, and he started learning it after he came into this world.

He kept learning to cook and eat by himself, even if he didn't like sweets and even developed a disgust attitude because he kept eating cakes, he did not stop this behavior.

It finally came in handy four years ago.

The birthday cakes for four years were all made by him.

The crown was also made by him.

Even precious stones, pearls and diamonds were carefully selected by him.

Whatever he had and didn't have, he would let Aito have it too.

"But there is no need for a nine-meter cake. It is simply a nightmare." He sighed as if he thought of something.

And he had never eaten those nine-meter-long cakes back then.

They are all distributed to the guests present.

"But... I still like cakes very much as expected. Even if I lose my memory, my personality has not changed much..." Salvino's face looked a little relieved.

"Still so cute, kind, gentle and sensible." He made no secret of his preference.

This is a BOSS with an 800-meter filter.

Or a househusband(?

Making cakes, making crowns, and even has many skills, perfect score for taking care of children.

PS: I made an appointment for a manuscript about Aito’s birthday wish. Because there was no outline and the plot was written yesterday, I rushed the appointment yesterday. It was so funny that I had to pay more for urgent work. Damn it——

(End of chapter)